The Love of God


The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the farthest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell.
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God sent His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned all their sin.

     Oh, love of God, how rich and pure,
     How measureless and strong!
     It shall for evermore endure,
     The saints' and angels' song.

If we the seas with ink could fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade -
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

     Oh, love of God, how rich and pure,
     How measureless and strong!
     It shall for evermore endure,
     The saints' and angels' song


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